Elena’s POV
“Why are you so unbothered? Can’t you hear and smell that? Rogues are lurking around…” I pointed out while confusingly staring at Prince Deacon.
There’s no way he couldn’t have sensed that. As a royal member, a Lycan, and the god of war, I knew that his skills and inborn capabilities as a werewolf were far more advanced than any of us here.
He looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. It’s all under control.”
Raising his hand, he closed his fist and ordered, “Stand down.”
Everyone was as confused as me, but we all followed his orders and went back to our orderly-mannered position.
Second after, our suspicion was clarified as about ten pack members, and a few Rogues behind them came out of their hiding and faced us.
“So… these were the pack colluding with
